behind the biggest heart-stomping humiliation of my life. He’s also hosting my
BFF’s destination wedding at his super-luxe tropical resort, so short of a
hurricane or outbreak of the plague (here’s hoping), I’m stuck
within t̶o̶n̶g̶u̶e̶’s̶ arm’s reach of him for the next seven days.
there’s no way I’m falling for his (many) charms again. I just have to ignore
the romantic wedding shenanigans, his miraculous abs, all those intimate beach
sunsets… And did I mention those abs?
need to even the score… But between the scorching chemistry and all-inclusive
margaritas, I’m getting drunk on love. Which definitely isn’t part of the
bottoms are lost somewhere on that nude beach? And how do you let go of the
past when you’re holding on tight to the past’s (very ripped) torso?Find out in the sexy, hilarious new romantic
comedy from Lila Monroe!